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Thou didst heal the sinner's grief,
And didst hear the dying thief:
Even I may hope relief.

All unworthy is my prayer ;
Make my soul Thy mercy's care,
And from fire eternal spare!

Place me with Thy sheep, that band
Who shall separated stand

From the goats, at Thy right hand !

When Thy voice in wrath shall say,
Cursed ones, depart away!
Call me with the blest, I pray !

Lord, Thine ear in mercy bow!
Broken is my heart and low:
Guard of my last end be Thou!

In that day, that mournful day,
When to judgment wakes our clay,
Show me mercy, Lord, I pray !


Henry Alford. 184.

"And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of Life; who proceedeth from the Father and the Son; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; who spake by the Prophets."


When God of old came down from Heaven,

In power and wrath He came ;

Before His feet the clouds were riven,

Half darkness and half flame.

Around the trembling mountain's base
The prostrate people lay;

A day of wrath, and not of grace;

A dim and dreadful day.

But, when He came the second time,
He came in power and love;
Softer than gale at morning prime,
Hover'd His holy Dove.

The fires, that rush'd on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,

Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.

Like arrows went those lightnings forth,
Wing'd with the sinner's doom:
But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth,
Proclaiming life to come.

And, as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The voice exceeding loud,

The trump, that angels quake to hear,
Thrill'd from the deep dark cloud;

So, when the Spirit of our God

Came down, His flock to find,

A voice from heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing mighty wind.

Nor doth the outward ear alone

At that high warning start;

Conscience gives back th' appalling tone, 'Tis echoed in the heart.

It fills the Church of God, it fills
The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.

To other strains our souls are set ;
A giddy whirl of sin

Fills ear and brain, and will not let

Heav'n's harmonies come in.

Come, Lord! come Wisdom, Love, and Power; Open our ears to hear!

Let us not miss the accepted hour;

Save, Lord, by love or fear!

John Keble. 1827


Veni Creator Spiritus.

Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire;
Thou the Anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love :
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight;
Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of Thy grace;
Keep far our foes; give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come ;
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee of Both, to be but One:

That, through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song,
"Praise to Thy Eternal merit,

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Veni Creator Spiritus.

Holy Spirit, gently come,

Raise us from our fallen state,
Fix Thy everlasting home
In the hearts Thou didst create!
Gift of God most High!
Visit every troubled breast:
Light and Life and Love supply;
Give our spirits perfect rest!

Heavenly Unction from above,
Comforter of weary saints,
Fountain, Life, and Fire of Love,
Hear, and answer our complaints!
Thee we humbly pray,

Finger of the Living God,

Now Thy sevenfold grace display,
Shed our Saviour's love abroad!

Now Thy quickening influence bring,

On our spirits sweetly move;
Open every mouth to sing

Jesus' everlasting love!

Lighten every heart ;
Drive our enemies away ;
Joy and peace to us impart ;
Lead us in the heavenly way!

Take the things of Christ and show
What our Lord for us hath done;
May we God the Father know
Only in and through the Son:
Nothing will we fear,

Though to wilds and deserts driven,
While we feel Thy Presence near,
Witnessing our sins forgiven.

Glory be to God alone,

God, whose hand created all!
Glory be to God the Son,
Who redeem'd us from our fall!

To the Holy Ghost

Equal praise and glory be,

When the course of time is lost,

Lost in wide eternity!

William Hammond. 1745


Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
My sinful maladies remove;

Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Guide,
O'er every thought and step preside,

The light of truth to me display,
That I may know and choose my way;
Plant holy fear within mine heart,
That I from God may ne'er depart.

Conduct me safe, conduct me far
From every sin and hurtful snare ;
Lead me to God, my final Rest,
In His enjoyment to be blest.

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